I am delighted to present issue 40 of The Ofi Press with eclectic poetry, essays and fiction from all over the world. A huge thank you to all of our editors and contributors who have collaborated in our 40th edition as we celebrate four years of publishing! Big thank yous are especially due to Agnes Marton, Don Cellini, Luis Cotto-Vasallo and Dzekashu MacViban.
In this current edition we have work from all over the world, from Mexico to West Africa and from Albania to Kuwait. I have said this before but the most pleasurable part of editing this magazine is reading all of the submissions and meeting such wonderful writers and people. Thank you.
Our next reading of 2015 will be held at the American Legion at 25 Celaya in Mexico City starting at 7.45pm on Wednesday February the 18th. I hope you can make it! Luis Cotto-Vasallo, as well as providing the cover art for this edition has written a wonderful review of our monthly poetry nights which you can read here.
It has been a wonderful four years editing The Ofi Press. I look forward to many more years of growth and the development of new friendships and connections.
I hope you enjoy this month's reading and as ever, if you have any questions or comments, please contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org, follow us on twitter @theofipress or find us on facebook at “Ofi Press Mexico”.
¡Un abrazo a todos!
Jack Little- Editor
| “Terminus” by Ralph Waldo Emerson|
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is time to be old,
To take in sail:
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Come to me in his fatal rounds,
And said: “No more!
No farther shoot
Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.
Fancy departs; no more invent;
Contract thy firmament
To compass of a tent.
There’s not enough for this and that,
Make thy option which of two;
Economize the failing river,
Not the less revere the Giver,
Leave the many and hold the few.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And—fault of novel germs—
Mature the unfallen fruit.
Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires,
Bad husbands of their fires,
Who, when they gave thee breath,
Failed to bequeath
The needful sinew stark as once.
The baresark marrow to thy bones,
But left a legacy of ebbing veins,
Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,—
Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb,
Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.”
As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
“Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.”
Emerson was an American philosopher, essayist, and poet who lived from 1803 to 1881. He is most remembered for the Transcendentalism movement for which he is credited with starting.